I’m back in Zonkizizwe now, and it’s been a few days since I’ve returned from Lesotho—I’ve been tired from my journey but I will recount what has happened on the rest of my trip as best as I can. I decided to leave the lodge on the third day because I had done everything I wanted to do, and I was anxious to get back to the center. I wanted to spend more time with the kids before I leave in two days.
Mafa and I ended going on the village trek that last day in the morning. I made him a lunch and also gave him some food to bring to his family. Now that I look back I wish I would have made him some more sandwiches. I told him I wish I could give him some money for a tip, but I was running low and I still needed to get back to
At the school I took some time to talk to the teachers. They told me that their biggest hardship was their salary—they only get paid about the equivalent of 300 - 400 US dollars per year! The schools are desperately underfunded as well, and many times the teachers finding themselves paying out of pocket for the learners’ various school costs. I said my goodbyes and we made our way back to the lodge.
When I got back I found that there were hundreds of kids waiting outside of the lodge for school shoes. Apparently some random Dutch guy had donated R 40,000 worth of shoes to the schoolchildren in the Malealea area! I could see at least four different kinds of school uniforms. Some of the children had walked very far that day in order to receive shoes.
As much as I would have liked to stay at the lodge for another night, it was time to go. Mafa helped me find a taxi going back to
During my short stay at the lodge, I wasn’t really able to gauge how much of asset to the community it really was. The lodge does employ many people from the surrounding villages, but the people are being paid pittance wages in comparison to the amount of profit that the lodge is raking in. The lodge promises to offer guests a taste of “The Real Africa,” but I’m still not quite sure what that means. Though the staff is mainly African, the majority of people who stay there are—you guessed it—white people. They are mainly Europeans from
On the taxi to
When I got to
I woke up early the next morning and found a taxi back to Joburg. On the taxi I met this really awesome girl named Emerald who had also been vacationing by herself in
I’m really glad that I decided to make this trip on my own. It gave me a chance to reflect and think about the summer, and I was able to prove to myself that I can do anything and go anywhere on my own. It’s a wonderful feeling, being able to trust oneself!
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Today was the last day I would be here while the kids were at the center, so I said my goodbyes. I cried a little, but I stopped when I convinced myself that it won’t be so long before I see them again. I’m happy that I came back early to say goodbye to them. I only wish I could tell each and every one of them how special they are to me, and how much they have taught me this summer.
I can’t believe this summer has gone by so fast! At times it was very hard to be here, but overall I am glad I came to work at the center. I have grown so much, and I now realize that I can truly do anything once I set my mind to it. I will not let myself be scared to experience living in the world anymore. These kids at the center have given me a strength I have never believed I could achieve—this center has changed me for good. Each little step I took—traveling through Zonke on my own, then to Germiston, then to Lesotho, or taking care of the children, teaching a class, getting the guts to have a conversation with someone different from myself, learning a new language, riding a horse up the side of a mountain—all of it and more!—all of these little steps have brought me to this moment of contentment and clarity with who I am as a person. I am so thankful for having this opportunity, and I am indebted to all who helped me get here.
It’s so quiet here tonight… Nomusa went to her mother’s village to see her great-grandmother for the first time, Phindile is in Kwa-Zulu Natal burying her grandmother, and Bongi is in Germiston, so it’s just me, Gogo, and the kids here tonight. It’s nice when it’s quiet here, but when I go home I know that sometimes I am going to miss the noise of Zonke. Noise equals life.
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